Hello friend. You’ve come for a story, haven’t you? A tale of adventure, perhaps? Of war? Anger? Happiness? You’ve come to the right place. My name is Jonathan Tiberius. Call me John or Johnny, or Mr. T if you’re feel up to it. I don’t mind any of ‘em. So it all started when I was born on Earth, as many humans are, in the metropolis of New York City. Specifically, Brooklyn. I was always a rough kid, gettin’ into all sorts of trouble. When I was 14 I got into a gang of vandals. We‘d commit petty crimes, shop-lift, beat up wimpy kids. You know how it is. I eventually grew bored with them, and when I was 16 I got a fake ID and enlisted with the UTC Marine Core. I served for about 10 years as a rifleman. On a combat drop on some jungle planet, our squad was ambushed by these crazy aliens. Forget what they were, but they liked to use grenades. I ran up to one with the machete I was issued for the jungle, and cut it’s head clean off. Blood everywhere, and it got its buddies spooked. I took out my assault rifle and started unloading on a group of them. They didn’t have shields and their armor was no match for human technology. It ripped right through them, like a laser bolt through a stick of butter. Who shoots butter with laser weapons, anyways? But back to the story. So I ran back to the squad leader, who had gotten hit pretty good in the belly. He was bleeding out and as corporal it was my duty to take charge. I split the squad up, Vlad (the heavy wepaons specialist) and Steiner (the medic) took the higher-ground, and I had Aussie (the designated marksmen) with me. We took positions in a fox-hole and picked them off one by one. Then I heard the scream. Steiner got his head blown clean off, and Vlad was goin’ nuts. They were always the best of friends… felt bad for the big guy. Next thing I know, they’re tossin’ grenades at us. I made it out but Aussie wasn’t so lucky. I got to Vlad, and told him to continue suppressing them while I get to the sergeant. I then realized we were surrounded. Then I ran out of ammo. I took out my machete and sprinted for the sergeant. They started lobbing grenades at me as I ran, but wasn’t fast enough. Got both my legs and a hand got blown off. At this point the entire squad was down, I was all that was left. Squad 2 came in, but got pinned down by the aliens. I took my sidearm and crawled away from the fighting. After about 15 minutes of crawling, I got out my first-aid kit and slowed the bleeding on my legs. Then I crawled for about an hour. With about a pint of blood left in me, I knew I wasn’t gonna make it. Then by some miracle, Squad 2’s survivors found me. They carried me back to the camp, and a med-evac took me back to the ship. They gave me two brand new bionic legs and a hand and sent me home.

But the tale doesn’t end there. I still wanted a taste of battle, and I was still young. With my marine training and experience in battle, I became a mercenary. I did petty bodyguard work for diplomats and crime lords, bounty hunting, assassinating, and anything else an inter-galactic soldier of fortune might do for some cash.

When I was about 35, after cashing a big paycheck, I decided to get some R&R at a bar on some planet. Forget what it was. Big city, lots of people, as big cities usually have. So anyways, there I was, at the bar, drinking some fine Martian Ale of sorts. To my surprise, I saw a Raptorvarius Mercenary that I stole a job from a while back. He had some sharp teeth, stickin' outta his mouth, with a purple stripe going up his head. He had some fancy lookin' war armor on, and he had a God damn sword sheathed on his back. As you gotta know, dinosaur people like to hold grudges. Needless to say, the reptile made it’s way over to me. He made some pre-historic soundin' noise, probably saying he was gonna kill me. I lifted by leg up and rammed my steel-toed combat boot right into his face. It made a loud crack, and he started bleedin' out of his nose - or whatever they have in the middle of their face. Now he was real pissed. I hopped off my stool, combat rolled in the opposite direction of him, and took out my laser pistol. I fired about three rounds into his chest, and only one round went through the armor. He was in a frenzy! The bastard swung his tail around, hitting innocent bystanders, although no one was innocent in that bar. Full of crooks and mercs. Next thing I know, everyone has a God damn gun out, and they’re just shootin’ up everyone! I ran outta there before I got my brains blown out, but not before I left the raptor-man a present. The HE ‘nades blew the place sky high within a matter of seconds after I was outta there. I saw the Raptorvarious' smoldering skull fly from the establishment and land on some low-life who lost his legs in the explosion, while he was crawling away. Hell of a night....

On my way off the planet, rather grabbing a shuttle to my next contract, I found the lizard guy’s ship. It was an Eshiran RT-1 shuttle It was modified with a better shield system. It wasn’t a warship, but it sure did help me on my travels. I remembered my Irish buddy who I served with in the UTC. He had a son who was good with a multi-tool, so I took the ship to him and we fixed it up a bit. He even helped me build a hover bike. What a nice boy. Ryan Flynn I think his name was. Just like his father… Gotta find out what happened to that boy.

So here I am. 42 years old, still doin’ what I love. I’m sure there will be plenty more tales to come.

Alignment:ChaoticNeutral

Items on person: DAAS-55 Laser SMG and a Wrist Computer, which is directly connected to his ship.

Extra note: I dunno if you guys are okay with him having a spaceship and hover bike. I don't see the trouble in a hover bike, seeing as everyone and their mother has one to get around the colony, and the spaceship would only be an IC excuse to leave the colony as I please or if there's some sort of IC disaster, I can GTFO if needed. I honestly can't think of a way to abuse the spaceship :v

Last edited by Rocky on Wed Dec 01, 2010 5:35 pm; edited 10 times in total

i understand. i used to co-own a community with a custom story. i'd get really pissed if someone made something up. i'm gonna replace the T'Ack'Mul with a raptor guy or something

edit: done. now it's raptorvarious merc

Durango

Posts : 6Join date : 2010-11-17

Subject: Re: Jonathan Tiberius Wed Dec 01, 2010 5:16 pm

Seems to be your generic rough-and-tumble mercenary, I don't really see a reason this could go badly.

I'd approve it personally, if my opinion mattered here.

But it doesn't.

BloodStream

Posts : 258Join date : 2010-07-03Age : 28Location : Cambridge, UK

Subject: Re: Jonathan Tiberius Wed Dec 01, 2010 5:39 pm

Sharq wrote:

Blitz states on his Race thread that they do not do Freelance work.

but that's just me being an all-too-critical son of a gun.

If some of them leave the Legion then doesn't that imply that they have free will?He can't say that none of them do freelance work if some are completely independent.Not only that, but what if slavers had taken a few and sold them on?

I mean, yeah, due to the nature of the Legion there obviously isn't going to be as many freelance as all the other races, but it's not impossible. I say Rocky can leave it in if he likes.

Anyway, I approve of this character. Just seems like a merc, to me.Good job on the bio, by the way.